[Even though it isn't spoken unkindly, Ion still winces at the admonishment. He knows. He knows, doesn't he? Everyone he's talked to about his power...everyone he's healed has told him to stop. He has to stop. But he didn't stop. He couldn't make himself stop.]
I just wanted to help. I'm sorry.
[The words are weak and sad--they'd probably sound that way even if he wasn't feeling so ill. His eyes flicker away, and he gestures to one of his arms.]
This is the worst one.
[Underneath his sleeve is a bandaged gash, the dressings still quite red. Obviously, he's been losing a good amount of blood. More than that, the massive inflammation of his shoulder suggests a dislocated shoulder. He should be in extraordinary pain, for all his softly spoken words.]
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I just wanted to help. I'm sorry.
[The words are weak and sad--they'd probably sound that way even if he wasn't feeling so ill. His eyes flicker away, and he gestures to one of his arms.]
This is the worst one.
[Underneath his sleeve is a bandaged gash, the dressings still quite red. Obviously, he's been losing a good amount of blood. More than that, the massive inflammation of his shoulder suggests a dislocated shoulder. He should be in extraordinary pain, for all his softly spoken words.]